Watching Grey's Anatomy And The First Line Of This Episode Is:

the way i emotionally detach when i catch someone lying

i think one of the sweetest part of loving someone, is having their wellness prioritised as if it were your own. it's becomes natural to share whatever goodness you have or do, with them. like "oh!! this chocolate is so good! I'm going to save a piece for her!" or instinctively saying their name in every prayer you make. instead of thinking or doing good for only yourself, you do it for them too. love merge people in such a way, that they become not only a part of our life but an extension of us.

this is a poster i made for my call to action assignment in humanities! it's a bunch of basic and easy stretches for people who sit and work at a desk all day (me)

the idea is that you'd put the poster up above ur desk and do the stretches every 30 minutes or so,, the whole routine won't take more than about 6 minutes to complete and when done regularly it can prevent wrist, shoulder, neck and back pain! :)

all these stretches can be done while sitting (although i HIGHLY recommend you stand up and move around while taking a break from working)

you can get a free digital copy of this poster here on my gumroad!

The Quiet World

by Jeffrey McDaniel

In an effort to get people to look into each other’s eyes more, and also to appease the mutes, the government has decided to allot each person exactly one hundred and sixty-seven words, per day.

When the phone rings, I put it to my ear without saying hello. In the restaurant I point at chicken noodle soup. I am adjusting well to the new way.

Late at night, I call my long distance lover, proudly say I only used fifty-nine today. I saved the rest for you.

When she doesn’t respond, I know she’s used up all her words, so I slowly whisper I love you thirty-two and a third times. After that, we just sit on the line and listen to each other breathe.

it’s insane. the love cycle.

the thought of you was as dull as ditchwater, you came closer to me each passing day, i would overshare my life with you, unconsciously, and you kept listening to me, wanting to know me more. unknowingly, my heart wasn’t in its place anymore. it was no more with me but you. i reached out to you, expecting our love to grow more than ever before.. we were just some miles away from being one. like always, fate had something else in store for us maybe. you left. i’m here. waiting for you to come back and tell me, “let’s give us another chance.”

each passing day my love only grows for you ر

you were the vessel God chose, to bring me close to Him. you taught me new ways. beautiful ways. the correct ways of life. the ones i wish i knew before, so we didn’t have to part ways like that. i’m sorry i was insensible. i wish you held on to me. gave me a chance maybe. gave us a chance.

now i sit here, with the universe reminding me of you, my love for God increasing, achieving milestones in life, but alongside the absence of my love, longing and yearning for your presence in my life.

A House of My Own

Not a flat. Not an apartment in back. Not a man’s house. Not a daddy’s. A house all my own. With my porch and my pillow, my pretty purple petunias. My books and my stories. My two shoes waiting beside the bed. Nobody to shake a stick at. Nobody’s garbage to pick up after. Only a house quiet as snow, a space for myself to go, clean as paper before the poem.

Sandra Cisneros

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Once in a while hyenas would laugh hysterically Outside your window when they heard you sob And I joined them standing on two legs

The sea that you filled with your tears Called up a tide to drown the sorrows That had choked you in your sleep

When the winter reached your throat It froze the tonsils that bothered none The work was done and we never spoke again

My coffee could never replace our caustic silence Hidden along with carnations in a diamond mine That you blew up with some homemade dynamite

You promised I could kiss you on the cheek If I gave you my best kept evil lavender secret Without trading I left with the East India company

When the cop approached you with a revolver You raised your white flag arms like a ship About to go down to the ocean floor forsaken

*gets absolutely nothing done* well time for a break

Who will light up the sky and give light to people huh?

Would you steal the stars for me?